Archive | January, 2009

The Next Best Films of 2008, And Two Cases of Belated Recognition

30 Jan

Fellow cinephile Franz encouraged me to post an appendix of Honorable Mentions to my list of The Best Films of 2008 (take the time to read Franz’s list, too). Those ten film were of course singled out for a reason, but that that doesn’t mean that they were my only notable movie experiences last year.

As I believe I wrote when I posted the original list earlier this month, lists like this are always works in progress. It’s perfectly acceptable to change your mind as you see new movies or as you rewatch those you’ve already seen, but this list seems to have been a particularly sloppy work. When I sat down to compile the list, I told myself  to include the superb Lebanese drama Captain Abu Raed, whose heart-felt humanism, sincerity and wisdom deeply moved me at the Bergen International Film Festival screening just this past October, but for some reason, I forgot to give it the honor.

In a belated effort to do justice to the simple yet multi-faceted story of the janitor who is mistaken for a captain by the local youngsters when he picks up a worn-out pilots cap from the airport were he works, and whose inspiring (yet fictional) stories of how he has traveled the world not only brings optimism but also painful revelations into their lives,  I recommend it warmly. Having been a staple of worldwide film festivals over the last couple of years, I not sure if it’s possible to find (yet?), but if you do, don’t pass on it. Please.

Also in the aftermath of my original post, at one point I labeled Paul Thomas Anderson’s There Will Be Blood my biggest disappointment of 2008. Let me take a minute to withdraw  what I first said about it. Just a couple of days after I wrote about my skepticism, I decided to rewatch it, and my entire perception of the movie changed. Yes, it’s still somewhat slow, but it has that almost majestic feel to it that make its pacing seem just about perfect. In several of my previous articles (most notably about The Mudge Boy and Margot at the Wedding) I’ve made a point of criticizing how the somewhat shrouded psychological motivations of its main characters made them harder to accept, and the first time I saw it, that was part of the problem I had with Paul Dano’s (whose performance is otherwise excellent) character in Blood. Viewed a second time however, and watched through a prism of charismatic religiousity and and his complex relationship with Daniel Day-Lewis’ Daniel Plainview, it takes on a greater significance. And finally, if I ever said that Day Lewis’ performance was overrated (which I sort of did), I’ll take that back as well. The final scene is an instant classic, not only for its exhausting emotional climax but also for its almost frighteningly crisp cinematography. In summary, Blood pretty much is a tour de force of slowly building suspense, particularly in the final half-hour. I was lost, but now I’m found.

With those two out of the way, let’s get down to the actual honorable mentions, in no particular order:

3:10 to Yuma

It’s people like me who really need a movie like this, simply because we need a decent introduction to the western genre, without all the limitations of John Wayne (or Clint Eastwood) era westerns. James Mangold’s remake has a playfulness that’s inviting to skeptics like me. Russell Crowe (whom I normally don’t like that much) gives a particularly good performance. Also, the scene from the besieged building is vaguely reminiscent of Thomas Vinterberg’s western hommage Dear Wendy (2005).

She’s A Boy I Knew

Intimate but never intimidating documentary about a woman who’s still in love with her partner after having had a sex change operation (from Steve to Gwen). Family footage and personal interviews reveal something deeply profound not only about family, but also about the fluidity of sex/gender roles, and how little they should really matter. Anything but navel-gazing, this movie project give friends and immediate family a chance to talk about how their relationship with Gwen have changed over time.

Of Time and the City

More a movie essay than a traditional documentary, this is a gay man’s deeply moving and thoroughly original ode to Liverpool. In an almost poetic narrative style, it’s a sketchy portrait of how the city has evolved over the last several decades. Laced with self-deprecating humor, it’s also a personal take on class, gender and nature of history. Due for British DVD release in late March.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall

Since I’m definitely no Apatowian (director/producer Judd Apatow, whose long shadow casts all over Hollywood at the moment), I was a little surprised by how much I liked this one, but much is due to the clever script and attention-grabbing guest performances. Paul Rudd is better than I’ve ever seen him as the surfer dude, and both Jonah Hill and Jack MacBrayer are surprisingly sweet. Russell Brand’s character starts out as someone you’d love to hate, but in the end, you simply end up loving him. And like in other Apatowian vehicles (Superbad, Juno) there are moments of genuine sweetness. Here it has to do with a Dracula puppet musical.

Mamma Mia!

Like with Sarah Marshall, this probably is just as much a Guilty Pleasurable than an Honorable Mention, but that makes it no less pleasurable. The most important thing if you are to succeed with a musical like this, is that you have the guts to see if you have the songs to tell a story, not if you have the story to sing a song, which is basically the reason why Mamma Mia! worked, and Across The Universe did not. The result was that Mamma Mia! felt a real musical, however goofy and imperfect. The cheerfulness of even the saddest ABBA songs (The Winner Takes It All) make them flow seamlessly into the fabric of the movie, and everyone involved seemed to having a jolly good time. I had, too.

The Gay I Am

27 Jan

I’ve written about how I feel about being gay from a variety of different angles before, from the more traditional coming-out story to the the hints of the Early Gay Crushes series, or how I’m somewhat uncomfortable with comforming to gay stereotypes, even though I use them myself to navigate. But there is one thing that’s more important than any of these when it comes to what kind of gay I am, and that has to do with how I talk to other people about my gayness.

Like pretty much every person in the world, and especially anyone who writes a blog, I love to talk about myself, and thus I would like for people to talk to me about this stuff (at least some part of me continually hope that I have more closeted gay friends than I know, heh). But still, every time anyone make a reference to my being gay, I find it slightly uncomfortable, because I’m no longer necessarily in charge of where this very personal conversation is going. On the one hand I guess I’m still not past the point where I want the whole world to know, but on the other hand I don’t want that information to make them see me in a different way.

These reflections came to me when I incidentally caught a rerun (season three, episode nine) of Weeds the other day. During season three it is revealed (minor spoiler ahead) that Sanjay (played by Maulik Pancholy), one of Nancy’s dealers, is gay. A scene in which the Botwin family and associates discuss their dealing policies, perfectly captures my own attitude toward other people about my gayness. Nancy has just given Sanjay his instructions when he adds:

And gay bars and dance clubs, ’cause I’m a fag***. I can call myself that, but you can’t, ’cause I’m gay and you’re not. I’m not ashamed. This is who I am.

The ‘I’m not ashamed. This is who I am‘ part is probably added as some sort of joke about the correctness of it all, but to me it carried some significance still. Having been out to everyone for more than two years now, I still have to tell myself that if I don’t want this to be a big deal for my friends, then it shouldn’t be a big deal for me either. In the next moment, Sanjay’s sudden need to re-introduce himself comes to life again, as he blurts out that he’s gay to Nancy’s son Silas (played by the incredibly attractive Hunter Parrish, who currently rests at #3 on the Sexiest Males Alive list). I imagine I would have done pretty much the same thing, just not nearly as confidently.

People who think they might be gay are often told that it’s just a phase. I’m well past that. The phase that’s not talked nearly as much about, but it implies that you actually are gay, and that you neither can nor want to change that, is what happens after you realize you’re gay. I’m talking after the coming out process, about learning to live a gay life without the need to defend yourself against what you think others might think of you, or perhaps just as important, what you think of yourself. Let’s call it the Life is gay. So am I phase. Weeds doesn’t give out the answers, but in a way it made me understand myself better.

With New Year, Jesse McCartney Is Back As Sexiest Male

24 Jan

After a several months long absence the SMA list is back , and as has become rather common by now, we have a new man at the top. Not that he hasn’t been up there before: Jesse McCartney finally gets revenge on Hunter Parrish for the latter’s July upset, pushing Parrish to third, just below Emile Hirsch. Other notable positives include old faitful Leonardo DiCaprio’s eleven spots climb to become Climber Of The Month and a fixture in the Top Twenty, followed by Taylor Hanson and Ed Westwick, who both gained ten spots (#34 and #35, respectively). At the opposite end, it has been a disastrous few months for Jeremy Sumpter, who has seen his seemingly safe and promising #25 spot replaced by a full twenty spot slide, to #45. Both Logan Lerman’s and Max Theriot’s declines (thirteen and eleven spots, respectively) would have been considered lackluster any other month, but compared to Sumpter’s collapse they come off as relatively modest. We bid farewell to Michael Angarano, Josh Peck, Kostja Ullmann and Jody Latham, while we welcome newcomers Cody Lindley (#36), Charles Carver (#42) and Michael Pitt (#47) as newcomers, and give Skins star Joe Dempsie (#45) a heart-felt welcome back.

As always, the changes on this list is generally caused by any particular guy being considered by me to be relatively more attractive than he was considered previously. That, however, of course doesn’t necessarily mean that any of the other people on this list have become markedly less attractive, only that they perhaps have not been as good at getting my attention lately. With that said, let’s break it down:

#1-10: Jesse McCartney’s reclaiming pole position has been in the making for months now, due to another set of Summerland reruns, and now it finally panned out. The top six here is so incredibly close that it’s bound to change almost on a monthly basis, and this month that was to October frontrunner Zac Efron’s disadvantage. Mitch Hewer experienced a nice boost from my finally catching the second season of Skins, and Alex Pettyfer has gotten out of his downward slide, to take #9. We welcome former soap star, current b-movie actor Chris Egan to the top tier. Look for him in a future installment of the Early Gay Crushes series.

#11-20: It’s still fairly steady in the upper half, although we could note in the positive that both Charlie Hunnam and Cristiano Ronaldo seem to have stabilized, after a less promising few months. Jesse Eisenberg rockets up eight spots, as always courtesy of my endless rewatching of The Squid and the Whale. As was the case with Lerman and Theriot in a less positive sense, Eisenberg is still overshadowed by Leonardo DiCaprio’s even more rapid rise. The reason of course is Revolutionary Road, or rather a mix of promo pictures and my own impossibly high expectations. It could of course be one-month spike, but given what I’ve written before about the status that Leo holds on this list, it’s still remarkable. Elsewhere, Kevin Zegers (#17) makes his best showing yet, while Ryan Donowho (#18) duplicates his personal best. Gaspard Ulliel deserves an honorable mention for defend his strong #11 debut, even outperforming former Top Ten Ryan Sheckler.

#21-30: Like the rise of Ed Speleers and Adam Brody (which seems to have reached its peak, at least for now), it looks like Zac Hanson and Jonathan Taylor Thomas feed off each other’s momentum. Formerly a Top Forty contender, the youngest Hanson could now very be a candidate for the second tier, and Thomas’ steady upward climb make nothing seem impossible for him either. This is a trend that has been visible ever since they made up the first two installments in the EGC back in August/September. Coming back from a several months long injury, Liverpool striker Fernando Torres again is a force to be reckoned with, taking seven spots in reintroducing himself to the Top Thirty. Jamie Bell on the other hand, is on a slide for no apparent reason. In fact, dropping to 25th when I rewatched Hallam Foe just recently, must be labeled as underperforming. Also, Aaron Carter is no longing surging, eking out a #30 showing.

#31-40: Having already mentioned Taylor Hanson (possibly benefiting from his close association with brother Zac) and Ed Westwick (who showed off his adorableness in the equally adorable Son of Rambow), let’s instead give a round of applause to Cody Lindley, the Hannah Montana co-star. There’s always room for another Jesse McCartney-style prettyboy, though his show is pretty much impossible to watch. We’ll just have to hope he fares better than Josh Peck, who fell right off the list this month, after his October debut. Fellow October newcomer Joe Jonas is still looking up however, climbing three spots to #39. Ryan Phillipe’s trend is still positive too, while Chace Crawford’s and Jonathan Rhys Meyers’ respective declines only confirm that it actually is possible to be too pretty for your own good. I’m just not in the mood for them right now, but I’ll bet they’ll bounce back. Raphael Nadal, Randy Harrison and Gareth Bale represent continuity, but again I’m a little surprised that Nadal’s increased Australian Open exposure has not resulted in him climbing.

#41-50: Generally, the Forties is a place for either respectable first-showings or complete collapses. This month is no exception. By luck and hunky-ness Desperate Housewives (a show I’ve never watched) star Charles Carver makes it #42, while Michael Pitt was able to ride his Young Leonardo status all the way onto the Sexiest Males Alive list. Unfortunately for his future prospect, he has a certain tendency to make himself look not good for many of his roles, but as long as my memory of The Dreamers is alive and well, he has a decent shot at sticking around. The collapse category is represented by the aforementioned Theriot and Sumpter, but Thomas Dekker’s eight spot slide is not exactly encouraging either. In a month where German stalwart Kostja Ullmann (of the coming-of-age story Summer Storm) finally had to give in, it’s at least heartening to see that Brady Corbett is still with us. So is Joe Dempsie of course, though perhaps ironically, his recurrence was propelled by my watching his character’s last days on Skins.

  1. Jesse McCartney (3)
  2. Emile Hirsch (4)
  3. Hunter Parrish (2)
  4. Zac Efron (1)
  5. Mitch Hewer (9)
  6. Nicholas Hoult (5)
  7. Ricky Ullman (6)
  8. David Gallagher (7)
  9. Alex Pettyfer (16)
  10. Chris Egan (12)
  11. Gaspard Ulliel (11)
  12. Ryan Sheckler (8)
  13. Charlie Hunnam (13)
  14. Cristiano Ronaldo (14)
  15. Tyler Hoechlin (15)
  16. Jesse Eisenberg (24)
  17. Kevin Zegers (19)
  18. Ryan Donowho (22)
  19. Leonardo DiCaprio (30)
  20. Ed Speleers (17)
  21. Sean Faris (18)
  22. Adam Brody (21)
  23. Logan Lerman (10)
  24. Zac Hanson (29)
  25. Jamie Bell (20)
  26. Chris Lowell (27)
  27. Mitch Firth (23)
  28. Jonathan Taylor Thomas (37)
  29. Fernando Torres (36)
  30. Aaron Carter (28)
  31. Raphael Nadal (31)
  32. Chace Crawford (26)
  33. Randy Harrison (34)
  34. Taylor Hanson (44)
  35. Ed Westwick (45)
  36. Cody Linley (new)
  37. Ryan Phillippe (41)
  38. Gareth Bale (38)
  39. Joe Jonas (42)
  40. Jonathan Rhys Meyers (32)
  41. Chad Michael Murray (40)
  42. Charles Carver (new)
  43. Thomas Dekker (35)
  44. Max Theriot (33)
  45. Jeremy Sumpter (25)
  46. Brady Corbett (46)
  47. Michael Pitt (new)
  48. Rhys Wakefield (50)
  49. Joe Dempsie (RE)
  50. Daniel Agger (49)

Early Gay Crushes: Joshua Jackson

14 Jan

When I see what movies are offered to moviegoing kids these days (seriosly, Beverly Hills Chihuahua?!), I’m sometimes surprised by what you can get away with in today’s Hollywood, and how the kids themselves seem to be perfectly fine with it. Just as this thought cross my mind, I’m likely to let the little people off the hook, because what the slightly older crowd seem to consume and relish is not much better, often even worse. And then finally my argument of cultural pessimism and moral decay falls apart completely, as I realize I was just as easily fooled myself.

Before I had seen enough movies to know otherwise, I generally judged them by simple standards; they were either good or bad, entertaining or boring, and I strove for the recognizable more than the fresh. All of this was of course only natural and just fine, but when I look back at what made me love a particular movie back when I was 9, 10 or 11 years old, I also often remember that I had what could probably be best described as a crush on one or more of the actors. As I’ve written previously I didn’t necessarily connect the dots at the time, in part because I didn’t know it was supposed to be a big deal to fall in love with another boy, and in part because I didn’t know that much about what it meant to have a crush on someone anyway. While I guess it was not the main factor that made me love a movie or not,
I think I wouldn’t be over-analyzing things if I said it might haveplayed a role, however small. Also, that could prove a handy explanation if I were to justify why I once loved such largely unbearable movies as Jack (Adam Zolotin), Free Willy (Jason James Richter) or Little Giants (Devon Sawa)

Of all my early favorites though, I’m a little embarrassed to admit I was most passionate about Disney’s Mighty Ducks franchise. Apart from making me an avid fan of North American ice hockey (I don’t follow it nearly as closely as I did in the mid-to-late ninenties, but I still check up on my favorite team – Boston Bruins, don’t ask me why – once in a while), and providing me with a safe, simple and sentimental tale about the need to never give up, the movies (all three (!) of them) also had my heart racing for its young lead, the then-unknown Joshua Jackson. Back then it didn’t matter that all these movies were thick with moral lessons or that the jokes were beyond both stupid and predictable; I wanted to have what he had, and I was secretly stunned by his looks (Jackson third to the right).

Like another Early Gay Crush, Zac Hanson, Jackson has never been and will never be hot in any strict sense of the word, but my fascination with him was nonetheless renewed when he scored the role of Pacey Witter on the inevitably sappy yet strangely addictive Dawson’s Creek. It’s of course possible that his natural charm and charisma came through even clearer because his male co-star James van der Beek desperately lacked both, but this and the fact that his was character much easier to like than he incessantly whiney Dawson Leery, made him a reason for me to watch the show. When I wrote about the cuteness of Michael Cera and Jesse Eisenberg last year, I fondly labeled them geeks (for lack of a better term), to accommodate for guys who may not be universally regarded as physically attractive, but whose charisma draw you to them anyway. I’m not sure if he fits the bill entirely, but he comes close.

Today though, my Joshua Jackson crush is mostly a nostalgic memory. I’ve noticed that he stars in FOX’s modestly successful Fringe (that’s about as successful as they come in the television business nowadays), but since I’m no fan of neither sci-fi nor facial hair, I think I’ll say our relationship has run its course. But because kids are driven by recognition and teens are driven by hormones, it’s safe to say we had some fun along the way.

Baz Luhrman’s ‘Check All That Apply’ Approach To ‘Australia’

10 Jan

Slate’s excellent movie critic Dana Stevens said of Noah Baumbach’s Margot at the Wedding (which I wrote about last week) that it looked like a promising first draft of a movie, the only hitch being that this was also the final one. This seems true for Baz Luhrman’s Australia as well, with one crucial exception. However unfinished and messy this movie seems, my imagination isn’t not quite vivid enough to picture how later drafts of the movie could have been fairly described as good, or even coherent. Maybe if Luhrman had decided to cut the number of genre boxes he wanted to check? Maybe, but probably not.

In press interviews Luhrmann talks enthusiastically about the passion he had for this project, but I can’t help but feel that at crucial times in the process his passion somehow blurred his artistic vision. His wish to say something (preferably substantive) about Australian-English relations, the assimilation of Aborigines, and the eternal human quest for love and self-discovery threathens to break this movie’s back at every turn. The unfortunate result is that he ends up saying what only amounts to emotionally flat platitudes and/or caricatures. I have no reason to believe that Luhrmann’s intentions are anything if not good, but the execution most definitely isn’t. At times it feels like he tries to cram a total history of Australia into a (very, very long) movie, foregoing character development for the symbolic tide of history.

You could of course be excused if you stopped expecting anything substantive from this movie in the first half-hour. The broad attempts at deeply cliche-ridden comedy would have been bad enough, had it not been for the fact they they definitively kill whatever shot at emotional depht this movie ever had, when it takes a turn for the more serious after having also checked the box for panoramatic western on its way to well-meaning yet slightly condescending native melodrama. The normally steady Kidman overacts grotesquely in the first third of the movie, but she doesn’t get much help neither from Hugh Jackman’s Crocodile Dundee-like stereotype, nor from the script. Bad jokes would have been more easily forgiven though, if the setup of a cluless yet surprisingly (sic) good-natured British aristocrat hadn’t seemed so utterly predictable for a film of such great ambition as Australia. The biggest problem is that Kidman fails to make me believe in how her character supposedly matures throughout the movie. It feels like Kidman keeps a distance from her character, and so there is no natural bridge between how her character acts in the beginning and at the end. Jackman struggles with the same problem, not least when it comes to the romance storyline. Since I keep considering Kidman’s character pretty much a distanced fake, I cannot get my head around why he would fall in love with her.

Some might be heartened to know that Baz Luhrmann The Show-Off is nowhere to be found in Australia. Doing a historical drama, he has not been tempted to update it or laced it was implicit pop culture references, which is fine with me too. What’s lost in this picture however, is the visual virtuosity that has lit up his previous movies. You could of course say that that would have undercut the more somber tone of the movie, but to me he did so anyway with the first half. The result is that Australia not only is a bland experience (at best). Worse still, it even looks like one.

Instead of visual artistry, he decides to let nature do the work for him. As seen in Into The Wild, this can no doubt be an honorable ambition, but here it’s a failed strategy. It’s one thing that the cinematography, however gorgeous, serves to confirm our already defined image of Australian, with the risk that the viewer feels that he’s watching an informercial about the pleasures of going Down-Under, more than a vibrant work of art. More troubling though, is how Luhrmann combines these beautiful nature images with long, sweeping scenes of old and wise, or young and curious yet always silent Aborigines. To me, this implicit link between Man and Nature threatens to reduce the Aborigines to being Nature, which would make it harder for the average viewer to identify with them. I’m not going to accuse Luhrmann of taking an imperialist viewpoint, since I have reason to doubt his motives, but I nevertheless found it a little condescending, but to me as a viewer, and to Aborigines as a people.

A couple of weeks ago, the Los Angeles Times reported that Australia was hoping for a late surge in goodwill to garner it some Oscar nominations, after most critics were left cold. While the Academy has made its fair share of mistakes in recent years, I still believe they will do the right thing and leave Australia out. I’m more interested in whether they will let Milk in.

What I Loved Last Year: The Best Films Of 2008

5 Jan

From Norway, the year in cinema might look a little different than how it looks for American critics and moviegoers trying to summarize 2008. The Oscar contenders are still weeks or even months away from our movie theaters, which means Milk and Revolutionary Road are both out of the running. Likewise, last year’s Oscar contenders, like Into The Wild, Juno and The Diving Bell didn’t premiere in Norway until February 2008, and are thus eligible to my list. Same goes for Once, the excellent British music film that didn’t open in Norway until this last summer, even though it was made way back in 2006.

To qualify, the movies will have to have had a theatrical release, or at least a screening, or a first-run airing on national television between January 1 and December 31, 2008. When reading this list, one should also note that such list are always works in progress. There are still some quite notable movies I haven’t gotten around to see yet, like No Country For Old Men, and by mid-2009 it might look a little different, but I would still say this list says something about what I loved last year:

1. A Christmas Tale

This rich, nuanced French family portrait managed to squeeze itself onto the release schedule at the very end of the year, and what luck! Catherine Deneuve, Melvil Poupaud (Time To Leave) and Mathieu Amalric (The Diving Bell and the Butterfly) stand out in a very strong cast, capturing the tensions of a big family with even bigger egos. I wanted to watch it again right away.

2. Into The Wild

One of the great surprises of the year was that Sean Penn (and Emile Hirsch) actually made me love this incredible story about a young idealist who cut himself off from society and his family to live off nature in Alaska. While sympathetic, it doesn’t fail to ask big questions: Where do you draw a line between idealism and egotism? And could be that old people are right when they tell you wisdom comes with age? In intellectual and visual ambition, Into The Wild is inferior to no one, yet superior to many.

3. The Dark Knight

This is the final proof that it was wise to restart the Batman franchise. Christopher Nolan’s allegorical drama touches on torture and totalitarianism in the darkest and best superhero movie to date, also containing an absolutely mind-blowing performance by Heath Ledger.

4. Once

More a movie about the craft of songwriting than a musical, Once shows us how the power of music and lyrics than be even bigger – and more useful – than words. Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova’s glowing chemistry manages to break through in this understated yet wonderfully uplifting love story. Also, it has a soundtrack dreams are made of.

5. The Class

This year’s winner at Cannes is an ode to curiosity. Not only on behalf of the students in the film, with all their questions about class, identity, ethnicity and language, but also the curiosity that’s essential to saying something meaningful about youth, hierarchy and communication. If it sounds like a liberal message movie, the fault is mine. It’s much, much more than that.

6. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

I imagine this one must have been incredibly hard to adapt to the big screen, but Julian Schnabel succeeds anyway. The story of a man trapped inside his own body writing a book with his eyes, has a rhythmic beauty that is stunning, and the scenes in which his immediate family struggle to come to terms with the memory of the man they once knew literally had me crying. Mathieu Amalric made my life better last year.

7. Hallam Foe

My conviction that a half-failure is far more interesting than a film that triumphs in its conventionality has never been firmer than after I watched (and re-watched) Hallam Foe (Am title: Mister Foe). This film is a mess of suppressed anger, bitter silence and murky sexuality, but it’s a disturbing and energetic mess. Jamie Bell shines in an otherwise dark comedy.

8.Juno

Cute as can be, or too cute by half? No matter which side you come down on, there’s something about Juno. Jennifer Garner is surprisingly sweet, and even though it could be this is the only character Michael Cera will ever play, he’s so good at it that I can live with that. There’s something about the way he moves (and talks, etc.)

9. The Wackness

Even more than it’s a stoner movie, or a 1994 period piece, The Wackness is a smart coming-of-age-story about cross-generational friendship and young love. Whenever the mood threatens to get too gloomy, though, it’s sure to take a step back and light it up with a joke. I might love it for the exact same reasons you hate it, but that only serves to show that the fallible ones are also the most interesting.

10. Beautiful Losers

You gotta love this documentary for its visually energetic look at the American art scene in the 1990′s. Yes, it maybe a little self-centered, but at the same time it’s a charming portrait of an era, and like very few other documentaries, consistently laught-out-loud funny.

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